"Son, I need you to do something for me," Dude said to D3 in a serious tone.
"Something for ALL of us," he emphasized, trying to sound convincing and comforting at the same time.
D3 looked somewhat doubtful.
"You did a great job fishing today, son -- a GREAT job," Dude emphasized. "But you get to fish all the time, with your grandfather and me. Whereas Declan had his first REAL day of fishing today, and he did pretty well.
"And Mr. Weasley and I thought it would be a kind and generous gesture to give Declan credit for tonight's dinner, to boost his confidence."
Declan was unmoved. "Is this like that 'participation trophy' crap we get in school all the time?" he demanded.
"Young man," Dude said sternly, but softly, "you will NOT use words like 'crap' -- EVER. Your mom would be VERY disappointed in you."
"I've heard MOM say 'crap' before," D3 argued, defensively.
"Daedelus III, your mother has been through a LOT in life," Dude replied. "More than you can possibly understand at your young age. So if Mom says 'crap', she's justified. You, on the other hand, are NOT."
"Good job, Declan!" Bill boomed, as everyone grabbed dinner.
Declan tried to act cool, but he was secretly thrilled.
"Yeah, good job," D3 offered.
The 2 dads put the 4 kids to bed, and sat around the firepit for a while.
"Good job with Declan today," Dude told Bill.
"Yeah, he might not be as unsaveable as we thought," Bill observed.
The two sat in silence for some time,
when Dude's cellphone alarm went off.
"That your wife?" Bill teased. "Telling you to pick up milk, or something?"
"Nah, it's just the clock function, telling me it's midnight," Dude replied. "Which means it's now Valentine's Day. And -- pathetically -- I'm spending it with you!!!"